After the Jacuzzi, here comes the facial…
12h16: I stand up suddenly and, mortified, get out of this divine bath. I’m sure the dragon knows all about my playing with the water spurts. But whatever, I hold my head up high. Would Catherine Deneuve be embarrassed?
12h17: I’m introduced to Nicole, she will be my beauty therapist.
12h18: She looks so nice that I decide right away Nicole will be my friend forever. He has a soft chocolate skin and in some places is curvier than me. Except that on her it looks much nicer. When she smiles, Nicole has two dimples in her high cheekbones.
12h19: I want to hug Nicole.
12h20: I think the Jacuzzi disturbed me slightly.
12h22: I settle in a treatment room. Light is subdued, a soft music lulls me and the table is more comfortable than my bed. Essential oil candles soothe me even more.
12h23: When I think about it, the music sounds like ‘The Young and the Restless’.
12h24: I’m Ashley Abott.
12h25: Nicole says she will first study my skin.
12h26: Nicole is kind, she tries to find the right words, but the verdict is final. My skin is a desperate case.
12h28: Nicole looks sorry, I comfort her and explains that I knew it already.
12h29: Nicole makes it a personal matter. She explains that nothing is ever lost and that she will try to purify my epidermis while hydrating it, because, often, a problem skin is a thirsty skin.
12h30: I say “yeah, yeah” and nod my head. She really wants to help, poor thing.
12h32: Nicole explains a whole bunch of stuff on sebaceous glands which, according to her, interpret the wrong way the messages I send them by depriving them from water and thus believe I ask them to produce more sebum.
12h35: I can’t get over how stupid my sebaceous glands are. If I’m lucky, they are plotting together with cellulite and they all spend their days producing fat galore, all this thinking they’re doing good.
12h40: I promise Nicole to play it smarter with my poor glands. Otherwise, they will stupidly continue to produce sebum, Nicole warns me.
12h42: The idea of those dumb glands conscientiously producing blackhead with their tiny hands makes me sick.
12h45: Nicole is done with my skin’s diagnosis, she’s about to start the treatment.
12h46: Her fingers smear my face with cleansing foam. Looks like Chantilly.
12h47: Nicole wipes it with warm towels scented with essential oils. A bit like in Chinese restaurants.
12h48: Nicole seems upset that I dare comparing her unaffordable essential oils scented wipes with those cheap towels they use in Chinese restaurants.
12h48: Nicole sprays ‘beauty Water’ and then ‘grape Water’ on my face. I don’t really get the difference but I don’t care. I’m in the wine yards, I can hear the crickets.
12h49: Now, scrubbing and modeling, softly, with a cream made of crushed grape seeds. Nicole has expert hands, soft and energetic at the same time. There are some glands, with their sebum stock, that are not enjoying it for sure.
12h52: “Now I’m using an moisturising mask – not astringent, ok? ” insists Nicole, who wants to make sure I’ve understood the message.
12h56: Nicole’s left me alone while the mask is on. I use that time to tell off these nasty glands. A bit of authority never hurts.
13h00: My new friend is back, she looks at me weirdly, she must have heard me making use of authority. She says nothing and cleans my face again. Warm towels again, beauty water again.
13h15: It is over. A last look at my nose. The adorable Nicole informs me that indeed I have pimples but almost no blackheads. I don’t really take note, I think that in fact I don’t want to know anything more about the private life of my epidermis.
13h16: Nicole says bye and doesn’t try to flog one million products to me. Too bad, I would have taken it all.
Conclusion: find two friends as awesome as mine and tell them it’s your birthday. I came out with baby soft skin, almost, and relaxed. Really relaxed…
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